National Day Ball
A moment later, the sound of footsteps approached.
Serie, dressed in a noble and elegant princess dress, with her long, shimmering golden hair flowing down her back, walked out gracefully with a serene smile on her round face.
Frieren wore a moon-white long dress, her white hair cascading down her shoulders. She was petite and had a lovely air about her, following closely behind Serie.
Fern wore a purple lady's dress, her purple hair flowed freely, her skin was snow-white, she had a gentle temperament, and she was tall and had a shapely figure.
Dugu Qing looked at everyone and clapped her hands lightly.
"So beautiful! Wearing such a dress, you would look incredibly elegant in battle. I can't wait to attend the ball."
Fern glanced warily at Ubel, then walked to Dugu Qing's side.
"There's still plenty of time before the dance starts! Let's go for a walk!"
Dugu Qing let Fern take her hand and walked into the garden.
The garden is bursting with blooming flowers, layers upon layers of vibrant colors, exuding a sweet fragrance—a truly romantic and beautiful sight.
Fern took a deep breath of the fragrance, reminding Dugu Qing,
"Do you remember the scene when we suddenly became stronger during our battle with Macht?"
Dugu Qing remained calm and nodded slightly.
"Of course I remember, but I think the name 'Friendship Forever' sounds a bit awful. Let's think of a better one!"
Fern looked up at Dugu Qing and asked softly, "What name do you want?"
Dugu Qing counted on his fingers, one by one. "Strongest Bond" sounded too awful, "Golden Years" was too vague, and "Burning Passion" wasn't elegant. After racking his brains, he came up with a good name.
What do you think of the name "Peerless Under Heaven"?
"Okay! Let's call it that!"
Thinking of her unrequited love for Dugu Qing, which had lasted for ten years without regret, and was considered unique in the world, Fern nodded in agreement.
Dugu Qing may be incredibly oblivious when it comes to romance, but when it comes to naming things, names like Sun God Magic and Cleansing Magic are truly exceptional!
"Then let's join forces and replicate this Peerless Under Heaven magic!"
The two stood amidst a profusion of flowers, their fingers intertwined, attempting to summon the magical bond that had bound them together in the past to suppress Macht.
Despite the two of them taking turns activating various spells and spending a lot of time among the flowers, the Peerless Under Heaven resonance power still failed to reappear.
Dugu Qing and Fern exchanged a glance, smiled helplessly, and returned to the hall together.
As evening falls and the sun sets, the National Day dance is about to begin.
Eight ornately decorated gilded carriages were neatly parked outside the Mistveil Hall, all of uniform style and exuding an extraordinary grandeur.
Serie, lifting her skirt with graceful movements, took the lead and entered the middle carriage.
Dressed in a sharp Western-style suit, Stark was astonished by the scene before him and exclaimed in surprise.
So, does this mean each of us is provided with a horse-drawn carriage?
Dugu Qing glanced at the entourage and responded indifferently.
"That's right, let's get in the car!"
Stark beamed with joy, patting his chest, unable to hide his excitement.
"This is fantastic! This is the first time in my life I've ever received such high-class treatment—a private car to pick me up! I can brag about this for the rest of my life when I go back to the village."
Everyone suppressed their laughter and boarded the carriage.
Fa'erxiu, Ubel, Lanto each had their own missions and could not attend the ball, so they watched everyone leave.
Silver Maple Autumn Palace, Central Imperial Way.
The National Day ball tonight is attracting nationwide attention.
Nobles, officials, lords, warriors, and mages from all corners of the empire, accompanied by their families and partners, made their appearance.
One carriage after another, carrying high-ranking and powerful figures, slowly came to a stop, then sped away, leaving behind distinguished guests who stepped onto the red carpet and entered the palace.
Along both sides of the Imperial Way, the empire's most valiant imperial guards, fully armed, stood guard every three steps, keeping watch over the surroundings.
A procession of luxurious carriages slowly approached.
Dugu Qing stepped down from the carriage. Her exquisite features, elegant demeanor, and ethereal beauty made her seem like a celestial being descended to earth, captivating all who beheld her.
Wherever they went, a commotion ensued.
Serie, Frieren, Fern, Jian Ze... stepped off the carriage and entered the palace.
The families of the nobles and officials inside the hall were immediately drawn to Dugu Qing and his entourage, led by Serie, and eagerly stepped forward.
"Young master, tonight is a beautiful night, a time of national celebration. Would you please join me for a dance?"
"The music of the Heavenly Music Symphony Orchestra is delightful and delightful. Would you be willing to dance with me, sir?"
"Young master, I'm a little shy. Would you be willing to accompany me to the dance floor?"
In an instant, a swarm of beautiful young ladies, dressed in colorful flowers and green willows, appeared around Dugu Qing.
They surrounded Dugu Qing in layers, their enthusiasm bordering on the frightening.
"Damn it! The Shadow Warriors is so wicked, actually using a honey trap against Dugu Qing, how despicable!"
Fern sat in her chair and slammed her hand heavily on the table, startling the noble young men nearby who wanted to invite her to dance, who trembled with fear.
"Being young is great!"
Serie sat in her chair, raised her glass of red wine, and waited quietly for the emperor to appear.
Frieren knew Dugu Qing would be popular, but she never expected him to be this popular; he was absolutely dominant...
I felt a little uncomfortable and secretly resolved never to come to such crowded places again.
Stark and Sein looked at Dugu Qing with envy, their mouths watering.
"Damn it! He got away with it again."
"There's no way around it, handsome men are a scarce resource, and handsome men who are also strong and have status are even rarer."
Sein picked up his beer, downed it in one gulp, and looked at it with a complicated expression.
The group sat together, taking up just enough space at one table.
Dugu Qing refused one noble lady, and another lady immediately pounced on him, her face beaming with smiles...
He repeatedly emphasized this point and issued numerous orders, but the crowd was simply too enthusiastic.
Dugu Qing had no choice but to select a few noble ladies who seemed decent enough to dance.
The Heavenly Music Symphony Orchestra stood at the top of the stairs, holding various instruments and playing romantic melodies.
Dugu Qing danced gracefully on the dance floor, her figure swirling and twirling, her beauty unparalleled.
On both sides of the road, the nobles stopped talking, their gazes all fixed on Dugu Qing, their eyes filled with amazement.
When the dance ended, thunderous applause erupted.
The young ladies, captivated by Dugu Qing's charm, enthusiastically stepped forward and surrounded him once more, extending their delicate hands in invitation to dance.
Looking at the numerous small hands of varying lengths, all adorned with white lace, Dugu Qing smiled helplessly.
At a roadside table, the Shadow Warriors, led by Kelaimatisi, appeared openly in suits, sitting down and enjoying red wine.
"As long as we remain here, the Continental Magic Association cannot make a move. After all, disrupting the ball would be tantamount to making an enemy of the entire empire. Therefore, we are absolutely safe at this moment."
Kelaimatisi, with a deep understanding of human nature, raised his glass, showing no signs of pre-battle tension.
Shurit looked at Dugu Qing on the dance floor with a grim expression.
"That's the mage we fought yesterday. He's incredibly powerful; even Lore's magic couldn't restrain him."
Kelaimatisi smiled knowingly.
"I see! Then we'll have to allocate a lot of manpower to deal with him. Hopefully, he can struggle a few more rounds under our attack!"